Barrio Viejo - Los Tigres Del Norte

Este barrio es mi barrio querido

Barrio viejo al que yo nunca olvido

Porque aqui fue donde yo naci y creci

Y entre abrojos mis primeros pasos

Saboree mis primeros fracasos

Y buscando fortuna me fui

Con la diosa fortuna buscada

Fue una lucha muy dura y pesada

Y al final cuando la consegui

Entendi, que traia la pobreza en el alma

Que mi vida no habia sido mala

Y otra vez a mi barrio volvi

Lejos de el senti mi alma vacia, vacia, vacia

Y no llore por temor a que oyeran mi llanto

Vuelvo otra vez a mi barrio querido

Con estas gentes que yo quiero tanto

Porque en estos barrios pobres

El hombre pasa su vida luchando contra el destino

Y a veces esos gigantes, como toda herencia dejan

Una cruz por el camino, yo de niño vi a mi viejo que al final de la Jornada

Venia sonriendo por fuera y con el alma destrozada

Mi madre nada decia, eran gigantes los dos

Cuando mas hambre tenian le daban gracias a dios

Lejos de el senti mi alma vacia, vacia, vacia

Y no llore por temor a que oyeran mi llanto

Vuelvo otra vez a mi barrio querido

Con estas gentes que yo quiero tanto

This neighborhood is my beloved neighborhood

Old neighborhood that I never forget

Because this is where I was born and grew up

And between thistles my first steps

I tasted my first failures

And looking for fortune I went

With the sought after fortune goddess

It was a very hard and heavy fight

And in the end when I got it

I understood, that he brought poverty in his soul

That my life had not been bad

And again to my neighborhood I returned

Far from him I felt my soul empty, empty, empty

And I did not cry for fear that they would hear my cry

I return again to my dear neighborhood

With these people that I love so much

'Cause in these slums

The man spends his life fighting against fate

And sometimes those giants, like any legacy, leave

A cross along the way, as a child I saw my old man who at the end of the day

He came smiling on the outside and with a shattered soul

My mother said nothing, they were both giants

When they were hungrier they gave thanks to God

Far from him I felt my soul empty, empty, empty

And I did not cry for fear that they would hear my cry

I return again to my dear neighborhood

With these people that I love so much